Being a Pretzel Who: Jesse When: just before lunchtime Where: the kitchen
Jesse couldn't stop wondering why somebody had picked him to take a dare. Who even knew him here? He'd talked to very few people thus far, and he wasn't sure why anyone would be thinking about him or how they might know what he could do. Thinking about it made his head hurt, so he opted not to bother. A couple Excedrin to ward off potential head pain, one last bathroom trip and he was ready to head downstairs dressed in a t-shirt and thin sweatpants plus socks. He'd tried to think of the best place to hide himself where he might potentially be found; he had no desire to stay contorted like a pretzel for hours if he picked some obscure place.
Worst case? He unwound himself, emerged and took the consequences. Why should he really care, since he wasn't that familiar with anyone here? Maybe he shouldn't, but he did, probably because he'd spent so long keeping his secret. It was something just for him, and he liked his privacy.
Once in the kitchen, he quickly opened one of the lower cabinets in one of the islands and cleared out enough things so he'd fit inside. He left the items stacked neatly just outside the doors. It was nearing the time most people would consider midday meal time, and he felt reasonably sure that someone would wonder why there was stuff on the floor. There hadn't been any rule saying he couldn't displace things to fit himself into a confined space. It was sure as hell worth a try.
Carefully, Jesse folded himself into the double cabinet he'd chosen, experimentally shifting around until he was semi-comfortable. Then he pulled the doors shut with a soft sigh. Sure, this was silly, but he at least wanted to give it a try.